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The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (Twain Mark)

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Huck Finn escapes from his alcoholic father by faking his own death and so begins his journey through the Deep South, seeking independence and freedom. On his travels, Huck meets an escaped slave, Jim, who is a wanted man, and together they journey down the Mississippi River. Raising the timeless and universal l issues of prejudice, bravery and hope, the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn was and still is considered the great American novel.

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The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn :

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Huck Finn escapes from his alcoholic father by faking his own death and so begins his journey through the Deep South, seeking independence and freedom. On his travels, Huck meets an escaped slave, Jim, who is a wanted man, and together they journey down the Mississippi River. Raising the timeless and universal l issues of prejudice, bravery and hope, the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn was and still is considered the great American novel.

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain


By Order of the Author,
Per G. G., Chief of Ordnance.


I make this explanation for the reason that without it many readers would suppose that all these characters were trying to talk alike and not succeeding.
The Author.

Huckleberry Finn

Chapter I

Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich. We got six thousand dollars apiece all gold. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up. Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and put it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilise me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldnt stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back.
The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldnt do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldnt go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warnt really anything the matter with them that is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better.
After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the "Bulrushers"; and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didnt care no more about him, because I dont take no stock in dead people.
Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me. But she wouldnt. She said it was a mean practice and wasnt clean, and I must try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they dont know nothing about it. Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in it. And she took snuff, too; of course that was all right, because she done it herself.
Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on, had just come to live with her, and took a set at me now with a spelling-book. She worked me middling hard for about an hour, and then the widow made her ease up. I couldnt stood it much longer. Then for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety. Miss Watson would say, Dont put your feet up there, Huckleberry; and Dont scrunch up like that, Huckleberry set up straight; and pretty soon she would say, Dont gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry why dont you try to behave? Then she told me all about the bad place, and I said I wished I was there. She got mad then, but I didnt mean no harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warnt particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said; said she wouldnt say it for the whole world; she was going to live so as to go to the good place. Well, I couldnt see no advantage in going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldnt try for it. But I never said so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldnt do no good.
Now she had got a start, and she went on and told me all about the good place. She said all a body would have to do there was to go around all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever. So I didnt think much of it. But I never said so. I asked her if she reckoned Tom Sawyer would go there, and she said not by a considerable sight. I was glad about that, because I wanted him and me to be together.
Miss Watson she kept pecking at me, and it got tiresome and lonesome. By and by they fetched the niggers in and had prayers, and then everybody was off to bed. I went up to my room with a piece of candle, and put it on the table. Then I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warnt no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper something to me, and I couldnt make out what it was, and so it made the cold shivers run over me. Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something thats on its mind and cant make itself understood, and so cant rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving. I got so downhearted and scared I did wish I had some company. Pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder, and I flipped it off and it lit in the candle; and before I could budge it was all shriveled up. I didnt need anybody to tell me that that was an awful bad sign and would fetch me some bad luck, so I was scared and most shook the clothes off of me. I got up and turned around in my tracks three times and crossed my breast every time; and then I tied up a little lock of my hair with a thread to keep witches away. But I hadnt no confidence. You do that when youve lost a horseshoe that youve found, instead of nailing it up over the door, but I hadnt ever heard anybody say it was any way to keep off bad luck when youd killed a spider.
I set down again, a-shaking all over, and got out my pipe for a smoke; for the house was all as still as death now, and so the widow wouldnt know. Well, after a long time I heard the clock away off in the town go boom boom boom twelve licks; and all still again stiller than ever. Pretty soon I heard a twig snap down in the dark amongst the trees something was a-stirring. I set still and listened. Directly I could just barely hear a me-yow! me-yow! down there. That was good! Says I, me-yow! me-yow! as soft as I could, and then I put out the light and scrambled out of the window on to the shed. Then I slipped down to the ground and crawled in among the trees, and, sure enough, there was Tom Sawyer waiting for me.

Chapter II

Who dah?
He listened some more; then he came tiptoeing down and stood right between us; we could a touched him, nearly. Well, likely it was minutes and minutes that there warnt a sound, and we all there so close together. There was a place on my ankle that got to itching, but I dasnt scratch it; and then my ear begun to itch; and next my back, right between my shoulders. Seemed like Id die if I couldnt scratch. Well, Ive noticed that thing plenty times since. If you are with the quality, or at a funeral, or trying to go to sleep when you aint sleepy if you are anywheres where it wont do for you to scratch, why you will itch all over in upward of a thousand places. Pretty soon Jim says:
Say, who is you? Whar is you? Dog my cats ef I didn hear sumfn. Well, I know what Is gwyne to do: Is gwyne to set down here and listen tell I hears it agin.
So he set down on the ground betwixt me and Tom. He leaned his back up against a tree, and stretched his legs out till one of them most touched one of mine. My nose begun to itch. It itched till the tears come into my eyes. But I dasnt scratch. Then it begun to itch on the inside. Next I got to itching underneath. I didnt know how I was going to set still. This miserableness went on as much as six or seven minutes; but it seemed a sight longer than that. I was itching in eleven different places now. I reckoned I couldnt stand it moren a minute longer, but I set my teeth hard and got ready to try. Just then Jim begun to breathe heavy; next he begun to snore and then I was pretty soon comfortable again.
Tom he made a sign to me kind of a little noise with his mouth and we went creeping away on our hands and knees. When we was ten foot off Tom whispered to me, and wanted to tie Jim to the tree for fun. But I said no; he might wake and make a disturbance, and then theyd find out I warnt in. Then Tom said he hadnt got candles enough, and he would slip in the kitchen and get some more. I didnt want him to try. I said Jim might wake up and come. But Tom wanted to resk it; so we slid in there and got three candles, and Tom laid five cents on the table for pay. Then we got out, and I was in a sweat to get away; but nothing would do Tom but he must crawl to where Jim was, on his hands and knees, and play something on him. I waited, and it seemed a good while, everything was so still and lonesome.
As soon as Tom was back we cut along the path, around the garden fence, and by and by fetched up on the steep top of the hill the other side of the house. Tom said he slipped Jims hat off of his head and hung it on a limb right over him, and Jim stirred a little, but he didnt wake. Afterward Jim said the witches bewitched him and put him in a trance, and rode him all over the state, and then set him under the trees again, and hung his hat on a limb to show who done it. And next time Jim told it he said they rode him down to New Orleans; and, after that, every time he told it he spread it more and more, till by and by he said they rode him all over the world, and tired him most to death, and his back was all over saddle-boils. Jim was monstrous proud about it, and he got so he wouldnt hardly notice the other niggers. Niggers would come miles to hear Jim tell about it, and he was more looked up to than any nigger in that country. Strange niggers would stand with their mouths open and look him all over, same as if he was a wonder. Niggers is always talking about witches in the dark by the kitchen fire; but whenever one was talking and letting on to know all about such things, Jim would happen in and say, Hm! What you know bout witches? and that nigger was corked up and had to take a back seat. Jim always kept that five-center piece round his neck with a string, and said it was a charm the devil give to him with his own hands, and told him he could cure anybody with it and fetch witches whenever he wanted to just by saying something to it; but he never told what it was he said to it. Niggers would come from all around there and give Jim anything they had, just for a sight of that five-center piece; but they wouldnt touch it, because the devil had had his hands on it. Jim was most ruined for a servant, because he got stuck up on account of having seen the devil and been rode by witches.
Well, when Tom and me got to the edge of the hilltop we looked away down into the village and could see three or four lights twinkling, where there was sick folks, maybe; and the stars over us was sparkling ever so fine; and down by the village was the river, a whole mile broad, and awful still and grand. We went down the hill and found Joe Harper and Ben Rogers, and two or three more of the boys, hid in the old tan-yard. So we unhitched a skiff and pulled down the river two mile and a half, to the big scar on the hillside, and went ashore.
We went to a clump of bushes, and Tom made everybody swear to keep the secret, and then showed them a hole in the hill, right in the thickest part of the bushes. Then we lit the candles, and crawled in on our hands and knees. We went about two hundred yards, and then the cave opened up. Tom poked about amongst the passages, and pretty soon ducked under a wall where you wouldnt a noticed that there was a hole. We went along a narrow place and got into a kind of room, all damp and sweaty and cold, and there we stopped. Tom says:
Now, well start this band of robbers and call it Tom Sawyers Gang. Everybody that wants to join has got to take an oath, and write his name in blood. Everybody was willing. So Tom got out a sheet of paper that he had wrote the oath on, and read it. It swore every boy to stick to the band, and never tell any of the secrets; and if anybody done anything to any boy in the band, whichever boy was ordered to kill that person and his family must do it, and he mustnt eat and he mustnt sleep till he had killed them and hacked a cross in their breasts, which was the sign of the band. And nobody that didnt belong to the band could use that mark, and if he did he must be sued; and if he done it again he must be killed. And if anybody that belonged to the band told the secrets, he must have his throat cut, and then have his carcass burnt up and the ashes scattered all around, and his name blotted off the list with blood and never mentioned again by the gang, but have a curse put on it and be forgot forever.
Everybody said it was a real beautiful oath, and asked Tom if he got it out of his own head. He said some of it, but the rest was out of pirate-books and robber-books, and every gang that was high-toned had it.
Some thought it would be good to kill the families of boys that told the secrets. Tom said it was a good idea, so he took a pencil and wrote it in. Then Ben Rogers says:
Heres Huck Finn, he haint got no family; what you going to do bout him?
Well, haint he got a father? says Tom Sawyer.
Yes, hes got a father, but you cant never find him these days. He used to lay drunk with the hogs in the tan-yard, but he haint been seen in these parts for a year or more.
They talked it over, and they was going to rule me out, because they said every boy must have a family or somebody to kill, or else it wouldnt be fair and square for the others. Well, nobody could think of anything to do everybody was stumped, and set still. I was most ready to cry; but all at once I thought of a way, and so I offered them Miss Watson they could kill her. Everybody said:
Oh, shell do. Thats all right. Huck can come in.
Then they all stuck a pin in their fingers to get blood to sign with, and I made my mark on the paper.
Now, says Ben Rogers, whats the line of business of this Gang?
Nothing only robbery and murder, Tom said.
But who are we going to rob? houses, or cattle, or
Stuff! stealing cattle and such things aint robbery; its burglary, says Tom Sawyer. We aint burglars. That aint no sort of style. We are highwaymen. We stop stages and carriages on the road, with masks on, and kill the people and take their watches and money.
Must we always kill the people?
Oh, certainly. Its best. Some authorities think different, but mostly its considered best to kill them except some that you bring to the cave here, and keep them till theyre ransomed.
Ransomed? Whats that?
I dont know. But thats what they do. Ive seen it in books; and so of course thats what weve got to do.
But how can we do it if we dont know what it is?
Why, blame it all, weve got to do it. Dont I tell you its in the books? Do you want to go to doing different from whats in the books, and get things all muddled up?
Oh, thats all very fine to say, Tom Sawyer, but how in the nation are these fellows going to be ransomed if we dont know how to do it to them? thats the thing I want to get at. Now, what do you reckon it is?
Well, I dont know. But peraps if we keep them till theyre ransomed, it means that we keep them till theyre dead.
Now, thats something like. Thatll answer. Why couldnt you said that before? Well keep them till theyre ransomed to death; and a bothersome lot theyll be, too eating up everything, and always trying to get loose.
How you talk, Ben Rogers. How can they get loose when theres a guard over them, ready to shoot them down if they move a peg?
A guard! Well, that is good. So somebodys got to set up all night and never get any sleep, just so as to watch them. I think thats foolishness. Why cant a body take a club and ransom them as soon as they get here?
Because it aint in the books so thats why. Now, Ben Rogers, do you want to do things regular, or dont you? thats the idea. Dont you reckon that the people that made the books knows whats the correct thing to do? Do you reckon you can learn em anything? Not by a good deal. No, sir, well just go on and ransom them in the regular way.
All right. I dont mind; but I say its a fool way, anyhow. Say, do we kill the women, too?
Well, Ben Rogers, if I was as ignorant as you I wouldnt let on. Kill the women? No; nobody ever saw anything in the books like that. You fetch them to the cave, and youre always as polite as pie to them; and by and by they fall in love with you, and never want to go home any more.
Well, if thats the way Im agreed, but I dont take no stock in it. Mighty soon well have the cave so cluttered up with women, and fellows waiting to be ransomed, that there wont be no place for the robbers. But go ahead, I aint got nothing to say.
Little Tommy Barnes was asleep now, and when they waked him up he was scared, and cried, and said he wanted to go home to his ma, and didnt want to be a robber any more.
So they all made fun of him, and called him cry-baby, and that made him mad, and he said he would go straight and tell all the secrets. But Tom give him five cents to keep quiet, and said we would all go home and meet next week, and rob somebody and kill some people.
Ben Rogers said he couldnt get out much, only Sundays, and so he wanted to begin next Sunday; but all the boys said it would be wicked to do it on Sunday, and that settled the thing. They agreed to get together and fix a day as soon as they could, and then we elected Tom Sawyer first captain and Joe Harper second captain of the Gang, and so started home.
I clumb up the shed and crept into my window just before day was breaking. My new clothes was all greased up and clayey, and I was dog-tired.

Chapter III

I set down one time back in the woods, and had a long think about it. I says to myself, if a body can get anything they pray for, why dont Deacon Winn get back the money he lost on pork? Why cant the widow get back her silver snuff-box that was stole? Why cant Miss Watson fat up? No, says I to myself, there aint nothing in it. I went and told the widow about it, and she said the thing a body could get by praying for it was spiritual gifts. This was too many for me, but she told me what she meant I must help other people, and do everything I could for other people, and look out for them all the time, and never think about myself. This was including Miss Watson, as I took it. I went out in the woods and turned it over in my mind a long time, but I couldnt see no advantage about it except for the other people; so at last I reckoned I wouldnt worry about it any more, but just let it go. Sometimes the widow would take me one side and talk about Providence in a way to make a bodys mouth water; but maybe next day Miss Watson would take hold and knock it all down again. I judged I could see that there was two Providences, and a poor chap would stand considerable show with the widows Providence, but if Miss Watsons got him there warnt no help for him any more. I thought it all out, and reckoned I would belong to the widows if he wanted me, though I couldnt make out how he was a-going to be any better off then than what he was before, seeing I was so ignorant, and so kind of low-down and ornery.
Pap he hadnt been seen for more than a year, and that was comfortable for me; I didnt want to see him no more. He used to always whale me when he was sober and could get his hands on me; though I used to take to the woods most of the time when he was around. Well, about this time he was found in the river drowned, about twelve mile above town, so people said. They judged it was him, anyway; said this drowned man was just his size, and was ragged, and had uncommon long hair, which was all like pap; but they couldnt make nothing out of the face, because it had been in the water so long it warnt much like a face at all. They said he was floating on his back in the water. They took him and buried him on the bank. But I warnt comfortable long, because I happened to think of something. I knowed mighty well that a drowned man dont float on his back, but on his face. So I knowed, then, that this warnt pap, but a woman dressed up in a mans clothes. So I was uncomfortable again. I judged the old man would turn up again by and by, though I wished he wouldnt.
We played robbers now and then about a month, and then I resigned. All the boys did. We hadnt robbed nobody, hadnt killed any people, but only just pretended. We used to hop out of the woods and go charging down on hog-drivers and women in carts taking garden stuff to market, but we never hived any of them. Tom Sawyer called the hogs ingots, and he called the turnips and stuff julery, and we would go to the cave and powwow over what we had done, and how many people we had killed and marked. But I couldnt see no profit in it. One time Tom sent a boy to run about town with a blazing stick, which he called a slogan (which was the sign for the Gang to get together), and then he said he had got secret news by his spies that next day a whole parcel of Spanish merchants and rich A-rabs was going to camp in Cave Hollow with two hundred elephants, and six hundred camels, and over a thousand sumter mules, all loaded down with dimonds, and they didnt have only a guard of four hundred soldiers, and so we would lay in ambuscade, as he called it, and kill the lot and scoop the things. He said we must slick up our swords and guns, and get ready. He never could go after even a turnip-cart but he must have the swords and guns all scoured up for it, though they was only lath and broomsticks, and you might scour at them till you rotted, and then they warnt worth a mouthful of ashes more than what they was before. I didnt believe we could lick such a crowd of Spaniards and A-rabs, but I wanted to see the camels and elephants, so I was on hand next day, Saturday, in the ambuscade; and when we got the word we rushed out of the woods and down the hill. But there warnt no Spaniards and A-rabs, and there warnt no camels nor no elephants. It warnt anything but a Sunday-school picnic, and only a primer class at that. We busted it up, and chased the children up the hollow; but we never got anything but some doughnuts and jam, though Ben Rogers got a rag doll, and Joe Harper got a hymn-book and a tract; and then the teacher charged in, and made us drop everything and cut. I didnt see no dimonds, and I told Tom Sawyer so. He said there was loads of them there, anyway; and he said there was A-rabs there, too, and elephants and things. I said, why couldnt we see them, then? He said if I warnt so ignorant, but had read a book called Don Quixote, I would know without asking. He said it was all done by enchantment. He said there was hundreds of soldiers there, and elephants and treasure, and so on, but we had enemies which he called magicians, and they had turned the whole thing into an infant Sunday-school, just out of spite. I said, all right; then the thing for us to do was to go for the magicians. Tom Sawyer said I was a numskull.
Why, said he, a magician could call up a lot of genies, and they would hash you up like nothing before you could say Jack Robinson. They are as tall as a tree and as big around as a church.
Well, I says, spose we got some genies to help uscant we lick the other crowd then?
How you going to get them?
I dont know. How do they get them?
Why, they rub an old tin lamp or an iron ring, and then the genies come tearing in, with the thunder and lightning a-ripping around and the smoke a-rolling, and everything theyre told to do they up and do it. They dont think nothing of pulling a shot-tower up by the roots, and belting a Sunday-school superintendent over the head with it or any other man.
Who makes them tear around so?
Why, whoever rubs the lamp or the ring. They belong to whoever rubs the lamp or the ring, and theyve got to do whatever he says. If he tells them to build a palace forty miles long out of dimonds, and fill it full of chewing-gum, or whatever you want, and fetch an emperors daughter from China for you to marry, theyve got to do it and theyve got to do it before sun-up next morning, too. And more: theyve got to waltz that palace around over the country wherever you want it, you understand.
Well, says I, I think they are a pack of flatheads for not keeping the palace themselves stead of fooling them away like that. And whats more if I was one of them I would see a man in Jericho before I would drop my business and come to him for the rubbing of an old tin lamp.
How you talk, Huck Finn. Why, youd have to come when he rubbed it, whether you wanted to or not.
What! and I as high as a tree and as big as a church? All right, then; I would come; but I lay Id make that man climb the highest tree there was in the country.
Shucks, it aint no use to talk to you, Huck Finn. You dont seem to know anything, somehow perfect sap-head.
I thought all this over for two or three days, and then I reckoned I would see if there was anything in it. I got an old tin lamp and an iron ring, and went out in the woods and rubbed and rubbed till I sweat like an Injun, calculating to build a palace and sell it; but it warnt no use, none of the genies come. So then I judged that all that stuff was only just one of Tom Sawyers lies. I reckoned he believed in the A-rabs and the elephants, but as for me I think different. It had all the marks of a Sunday-school.

Chapter IV

At first I hated the school, but by and by I got so I could stand it. Whenever I got uncommon tired I played hookey, and the hiding I got next day done me good and cheered me up. So the longer I went to school the easier it got to be. I was getting sort of used to the widows ways, too, and they warnt so raspy on me. Living in a house and sleeping in a bed pulled on me pretty tight mostly, but before the cold weather I used to slide out and sleep in the woods sometimes, and so that was a rest to me. I liked the old ways best, but I was getting so I liked the new ones, too, a little bit. The widow said I was coming along slow but sure, and doing very satisfactory. She said she warnt ashamed of me.
One morning I happened to turn over the salt-cellar at breakfast. I reached for some of it as quick as I could to throw over my left shoulder and keep off the bad luck, but Miss Watson was in ahead of me, and crossed me off. She says, Take your hands away, Huckleberry; what a mess you are always making! The widow put in a good word for me, but that warnt going to keep off the bad luck, I knowed that well enough. I started out, after breakfast, feeling worried and shaky, and wondering where it was going to fall on me, and what it was going to be. There is ways to keep off some kinds of bad luck, but this wasnt one of them kind; so I never tried to do anything, but just poked along low-spirited and on the watch-out.
I went down to the front garden and clumb over the stile where you go through the high board fence. There was an inch of new snow on the ground, and I seen somebodys tracks. They had come up from the quarry and stood around the stile awhile, and then went on around the garden fence. It was funny they hadnt come in, after standing around so. I couldnt make it out. It was very curious, somehow. I was going to follow around, but I stooped down to look at the tracks first. I didnt notice anything at first, but next I did. There was a cross in the left boot-heel made with big nails, to keep off the devil.
I was up in a second and shinning down the hill. I looked over my shoulder every now and then, but I didnt see nobody. I was at Judge Thatchers as quick as I could get there. He said:
Why, my boy, you are all out of breath. Did you come for your interest?
No, sir, I says; is there some for me?
Oh, yes, a half-yearly is in last night over a hundred and fifty dollars. Quite a fortune for you. You had better let me invest it along with your six thousand, because if you take it youll spend it.
No, sir, I says, I dont want to spend it. I dont want it at all nor the six thousand, nuther. I want you to take it; I want to give it to you the six thousand and all.
He looked surprised. He couldnt seem to make it out. He says:
Why, what can you mean, my boy?
I says, Dont you ask me no questions about it, please. Youll take it wont you?
He says:
Well, Im puzzled. Is something the matter?
Please take it, says I, and dont ask me nothing then I wont have to tell no lies.
He studied awhile, and then he says:
Oho-o! I think I see. You want to sell all your property to me not give it. Thats the correct idea.
Then he wrote something on a paper and read it over, and says:
There; you see it says for a consideration. That means I have bought it of you and paid you for it. Heres a dollar for you. Now you sign it.
So I signed it, and left.
Miss Watsons nigger, Jim, had a hair-ball as big as your fist, which had been took out of the fourth stomach of an ox, and he used to do magic with it. He said there was a spirit inside of it, and it knowed everything. So I went to him that night and told him pap was here again, for I found his tracks in the snow. What I wanted to know was, what he was going to do, and was he going to stay? Jim got out his hair-ball and said something over it, and then he held it up and dropped it on the floor. It fell pretty solid, and only rolled about an inch. Jim tried it again, and then another time, and it acted just the same. Jim got down on his knees, and put his ear against it and listened. But it warnt no use; he said it wouldnt talk. He said sometimes it wouldnt talk without money. I told him I had an old slick counterfeit quarter that warnt no good because the brass showed through the silver a little, and it wouldnt pass nohow, even if the brass didnt show, because it was so slick it felt greasy, and so that would tell on it every time. (I reckoned I wouldnt say nothing about the dollar I got from the judge.) I said it was pretty bad money, but maybe the hair-ball would take it, because maybe it wouldnt know the difference. Jim smelt it and bit it and rubbed it, and said he would manage so the hair-ball would think it was good. He said he would split open a raw Irish potato and stick the quarter in between and keep it there all night, and next morning you couldnt see no brass, and it wouldnt feel greasy no more, and so anybody in town would take it in a minute, let alone a hair-ball. Well, I knowed a potato would do that before, but I had forgot it.
Jim put the quarter under the hair-ball, and got down and listened again. This time he said the hair-ball was all right. He said it would tell my whole fortune if I wanted it to. I says, go on. So the hair-ball talked to Jim, and Jim told it to me. He says:
Yo olé father doan know yit what hes a-gwyne to do. Sometimes he spec hell go way, en den agin he spec hell stay. De bes way is to res easy en let de olé man take his own way. Deys two angels hoverin roun bout him. One uv em is white en shiny, en tother one is black. De white one gits him to go right a little while, den de black one sail in en bust it all up. A body cant tell yit which one gwyne to fetch him at de las. But you is all right. You gwyne to have considable trouble in yo life, en considable joy. Sometimes you gwyne to git hurt, en sometimes you gwyne to git sick; but every time yous gwyne to git well agin. Deys two gals flyin bout you in yo life. One uv ems light en tother one is dark. One is rich en tother is po. Yous gwyne to marry de po one fust en de rich one by en by. You wants to keep way fum de water as much as you kin, en dont run no resk, kase its down in de bills dat yous gwyne to git hung.
When I lit my candle and went up to my room that night there sat pap his own self!

Chapter V

He was most fifty, and he looked it. His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and hung down, and you could see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines. It was all black, no gray; so was his long, mixed-up whiskers. There warnt no color in his face, where his face showed; it was white; not like another mans white, but a white to make a body sick, a white to make a bodys flesh crawl a tree-toad white, a fish-belly white. As for his clothes just rags, that was all. He had one ankle resting on tother knee; the boot on that foot was busted, and two of his toes stuck through, and he worked them now and then. His hat was laying on the floor an old black slouch with the top caved in, like a lid.
I stood a-looking at him; he set there a-looking at me, with his chair tilted back a little. I set the candle down. I noticed the window was up; so he had clumb in by the shed. He kept a-looking me all over. By and by he says:
Starchy clothes very. You think youre a good deal of a big-bug, dont you?
Maybe I am, maybe I aint, I says.
Dont you give me none o your lip, says he. Youve put on considerable many frills since I been away. Ill take you down a peg before I get done with you. Youre educated, too, they say can read and write. You think youre bettern your father, now, dont you, because he cant? Ill take it out of you. Who told you you might meddle with such hifalutn foolishness, hey? who told you you could?
The widow. She told me.
The widow, hey? and who told the widow she could put in her shovel about a thing that aint none of her business?
Nobody never told her.
Well, Ill learn her how to meddle. And looky here you drop that school, you hear? Ill learn people to bring up a boy to put on airs over his own father and let on to be bettern what he is. You lemme catch you fooling around that school again, you hear? Your mother couldnt read, and she couldnt write, nuther, before she died. None of the family couldnt before they died. I cant; and here youre a-swelling yourself up like this. I aint the man to stand it you hear? Say, lemme hear you read.
I took up a book and begun something about General Washington and the wars. When Id read about a half a minute, he fetched the book a whack with his hand and knocked it across the house. He says:
Its so. You can do it. I had my doubts when you told me. Now looky here; you stop that putting on frills. I wont have it. Ill lay for you, my smarty; and if I catch you about that school Ill tan you good. First you know youll get religion, too. I never see such a son.
He took up a little blue and yaller picture of some cows and a boy, and says:
Whats this?
Its something they give me for learning my lessons good.
He tore it up, and says:
Ill give you something better Ill give you a cowhide.
He set there a-mumbling and a-growling a minute, and then he says:
Aint you a sweet-scented dandy, though? A bed; and bedclothes; and a lookn-glass; and a piece of carpet on the floor and your own father got to sleep with the hogs in the tan-yard. I never see such a son. I bet Ill take some o these frills out o you before Im done with you. Why, there aint no end to your airs they say youre rich. Hey? hows that?
They lie thats how.
Looky here mind how you talk to me; Im a-standing about all I can stand now so dont gimme no sass. Ive been in town two days, and I haint heard nothing but about you bein rich. I heard about it away down the river, too. Thats why I come. You git me that money to-morrow I want it.
I haint got no money.
Its a lie. Judge Thatchers got it. You git it. I want it.
I haint got no money, I tell you. You ask Judge Thatcher; hell tell you the same.
All right. Ill ask him; and Ill make him pungle, too, or Ill know the reason why. Say, how much you got in your pocket? I want it.
I haint got only a dollar, and I want that to
It dont make no difference what you want it for you just shell it out.
He took it and bit it to see if it was good, and then he said he was going down-town to get some whisky; said he hadnt had a drink all day. When he had got out on the shed he put his head in again, and cussed me for putting on frills and trying to be better than him; and when I reckoned he was gone he come back and put his head in again, and told me to mind about that school, because he was going to lay for me and lick me if I didnt drop that.
Next day he was drunk, and he went to Judge Thatchers and bullyragged him, and tried to make him give up the money; but he couldnt, and then he swore hed make the law force him.
The judge and the widow went to law to get the court to take me away from him and let one of them be my guardian; but it was a new judge that had just come, and he didnt know the old man; so he said courts mustnt interfere and separate families if they could help it; said hed druther not take a child away from its father. So Judge Thatcher and the widow had to quit on the business.
That pleased the old man till he couldnt rest. He said hed cowhide me till I was black and blue if I didnt raise some money for him. I borrowed three dollars from Judge Thatcher, and pap took it and got drunk, and went a-blowing around and cussing and whooping and carrying on; and he kept it up all over town, with a tin pan, till most midnight; then they jailed him, and next day they had him before court, and jailed him again for a week. But he said he was satisfied; said he was boss of his son, and hed make it warm for him.
When he got out the new judge said he was a-going to make a man of him. So he took him to his own house, and dressed him up clean and nice, and had him to breakfast and dinner and supper with the family, and was just old pie to him, so to speak. And after supper he talked to him about temperance and such things till the old man cried, and said hed been a fool, and fooled away his life; but now he was a-going to turn over a new leaf and be a man nobody wouldnt be ashamed of, and he hoped the judge would help him and not look down on him. The judge said he could hug him for them words; so he cried, and his wife she cried again; pap said hed been a man that had always been misunderstood before, and the judge said he believed it. The old man said that what a man wanted that was down was sympathy, and the judge said it was so; so they cried again. And when it was bedtime the old man rose up and held out his hand, and says:
Look at it, gentlemen and ladies all; take a-hold of it; shake it. Theres a hand that was the hand of a hog; but it aint so no more; its the hand of a man thats started in on a new life, andll die before hell go back. You mark them words dont forget I said them. Its a clean hand now; shake it dont be afeard.
So they shook it, one after the other, all around, and cried. The judges wife she kissed it. Then the old man he signed a pledge made his mark. The judge said it was the holiest time on record, or something like that. Then they tucked the old man into a beautiful room, which was the spare room, and in the night some time he got powerful thirsty and clumb out on to the porch-roof and slid down a stanchion and traded his new coat for a jug of forty-rod, and clumb back again and had a good old time; and toward daylight he crawled out again, drunk as a fiddler, and rolled off the porch and broke his left arm in two places, and was most froze to death when somebody found him after sun-up. And when they come to look at that spare room they had to take soundings before they could navigate it.
The judge he felt kind of sore. He said he reckoned a body could reform the old man with a shotgun, maybe, but he didnt know no other way.

Chapter VI

Well, pretty soon the old man was up and around again, and then he went for Judge Thatcher in the courts to make him give up that money, and he went for me, too, for not stopping school. He catched me a couple of times and thrashed me, but I went to school just the same, and dodged him or outrun him most of the time. I didnt want to go to school much before, but I reckoned Id go now to spite pap. That law trial was a slow business appeared like they warnt ever going to get started on it; so every now and then Id borrow two or three dollars off of the judge for him, to keep from getting a cowhiding. Every time he got money he got drunk; and every time he got drunk he raised Cain around town; and every time he raised Cain he got jailed. He was just suited this kind of thing was right in his line.
He got to hanging around the widows too much, and so she told him at last that if he didnt quit using around there she would make trouble for him. Well, wasnt he mad? He said he would show who was Huck Finns boss. So he watched out for me one day in the spring, and catched me, and took me up the river about three mile in a skiff, and crossed over to the Illinois shore where it was woody and there warnt no houses but an old log hut in a place where the timber was so thick you couldnt find it if you didnt know where it was.
He kept me with him all the time, and I never got a chance to run off. We lived in that old cabin, and he always locked the door and put the key under his head nights. He had a gun which he had stole, I reckon, and we fished and hunted, and that was what we lived on. Every little while he locked me in and went down to the store, three miles, to the ferry, and traded fish and game for whisky, and fetched it home and got drunk and had a good time, and licked me. The widow she found out where I was by and by, and she sent a man over to try to get hold of me; but pap drove him off with the gun, and it warnt long after that till I was used to being where I was, and liked it all but the cowhide part.
It was kind of lazy and jolly, laying off comfortable all day, smoking and fishing, and no books nor study. Two months or more run along, and my clothes got to be all rags and dirt, and I didnt see how Id ever got to like it so well at the widows, where you had to wash, and eat on a plate, and comb up, and go to bed and get up regular, and be forever bothering over a book, and have old Miss Watson pecking at you all the time. I didnt want to go back no more. I had stopped cussing, because the widow didnt like it; but now I took to it again because pap hadnt no objections. It was pretty good times up in the woods there, take it all around.
But by and by pap got too handy with his hickry, and I couldnt stand it. I was all over welts. He got to going away so much, too, and locking me in. Once he locked me in and was gone three days. It was dreadful lonesome. I judged he had got drowned, and I wasnt ever going to get out any more. I was scared. I made up my mind I would fix up some way to leave there. I had tried to get out of that cabin many a time, but I couldnt find no way. There warnt a window to it big enough for a dog to get through. I couldnt get up the chimbly; it was too narrow. The door was thick, solid oak slabs. Pap was pretty careful not to leave a knife or anything in the cabin when he was away; I reckon I had hunted the place over as much as a hundred times; well, I was most all the time at it, because it was about the only way to put in the time. But this time I found something at last; I found an old rusty wood-saw without any handle; it was laid in between a rafter and the clapboards of the roof. I greased it up and went to work. There was an old horse-blanket nailed against the logs at the far end of the cabin behind the table, to keep the wind from blowing through the chinks and putting the candle out. I got under the table and raised the blanket, and went to work to saw a section of the big bottom log out big enough to let me through. Well, it was a good long job, but I was getting toward the end of it when I heard paps gun in the woods. I got rid of the signs of my work, and dropped the blanket and hid my saw, and pretty soon pap come in.
Pap warnt in a good humor so he was his natural self. He said he was down-town, and everything was going wrong. His lawyer said he reckoned he would win his lawsuit and get the money if they ever got started on the trial; but then there was ways to put it off a long time, and Judge Thatcher knowed how to do it. And he said people allowed thered be another trial to get me away from him and give me to the widow for my guardian, and they guessed it would win this time. This shook me up considerable, because I didnt want to go back to the widows any more and be so cramped up and sivilised, as they called it. Then the old man got to cussing, and cussed everything and everybody he could think of, and then cussed them all over again to make sure he hadnt skipped any, and after that he polished off with a kind of a general cuss all round, including a considerable parcel of people which he didnt know the names of, and so called them whats-his-name when he got to them, and went right along with his cussing.
He said he would like to see the widow get me. He said he would watch out, and if they tried to come any such game on him he knowed of a place six or seven mile off to stow me in, where they might hunt till they dropped and they couldnt find me. That made me pretty uneasy again, but only for a minute; I reckoned I wouldnt stay on hand till he got that chance.
The old man made me go to the skiff and fetch the things he had got. There was a fifty-pound sack of corn meal, and a side of bacon, ammunition, and a four-gallon jug of whisky, and an old book and two newspapers for wadding, besides some tow. I toted up a load, and went back and set down on the bow of the skiff to rest. I thought it all over, and I reckoned I would walk off with the gun and some lines, and take to the woods when I run away. I guessed I wouldnt stay in one place, but just tramp right across the country, mostly night-times, and hunt and fish to keep alive, and so get so far away that the old man nor the widow couldnt ever find me any more. I judged I would saw out and leave that night if pap got drunk enough, and I reckoned he would. I got so full of it I didnt notice how long I was staying till the old man hollered and asked me whether I was asleep or drowned.
I got the things all up to the cabin, and then it was about dark. While I was cooking supper the old man took a swig or two and got sort of warmed up, and went to ripping again. He had been drunk over in town, and laid in the gutter all night, and he was a sight to look at. A body would a thought he was Adam he was just all mud. Whenever his liquor begun to work he most always went for the govment. This time he says:
Call this a govment! why, just look at it and see what its like. Heres the law a-standing ready to take a mans son away from him a mans own son, which he has had all the trouble and all the anxiety and all the expense of raising. Yes, just as that man has got that son raised at last, and ready to go to work and begin to do suthin for him and give him a rest, the law up and goes for him. And they call that govment! That aint all, nuther. The law backs that old Judge Thatcher up and helps him to keep me out o my property. Heres what the law does: The law takes a man worth six thousand dollars and upards, and jams him into an old trap of a cabin like this, and lets him go round in clothes that aint fitten for a hog. They call that govment! A man cant get his rights in a govment like this. Sometimes Ive a mighty notion to just leave the country for good and all. Yes, and I told em so; I told old Thatcher so to his face. Lots of em heard me, and can tell what I said. Says I, for two cents Id leave the blamed country and never come a-near it agin. Thems the very words. I says, look at my hat if you call it a hat but the lid raises up and the rest of it goes down till its below my chin, and then it aint rightly a hat at all, but more like my head was shoved up through a jint o stove-pipe. Look at it, says I such a hat for me to wear one of the wealthiest men in this town if I could git my rights.
Oh, yes, this is a wonderful govment, wonderful. Why, looky here. There was a free nigger there from Ohio a mulatter, most as white as a white man. He had the whitest shirt on you ever see, too, and the shiniest hat; and there aint a man in that town thats got as fine clothes as what he had; and he had a gold watch and chain, and a silver-headed cane the awfullest old gray-headed nabob in the state. And what do you think? They said he was a pfessor in a college, and could talk all kinds of languages, and knowed everything. And that aint the wust. They said he could vote when he was at home. Well, that let me out. Thinks I, what is the country a-coming to? It was lection day, and I was just about to go and vote myself if I warnt too drunk to get there; but when they told me there was a state in this country where theyd let that nigger vote, I drawed out. I says Ill never vote agin. Thems the very words I said; they all heard me; and the country may rot for all me Ill never vote agin as long as I live. And to see the cool way of that nigger why, he wouldnt a give me the road if I hadnt shoved him out o the way. I says to the people, why aint this nigger put up at auction and sold? thats what I want to know. And what do you reckon they said? Why, they said he couldnt be sold till hed been in the state six months, and he hadnt been there that long yet. There, now thats a specimen. They call that a govment that cant sell a free nigger till hes been in the state six months. Heres a govment that calls itself a govment, and lets on to be a govment, and thinks it is a govment, and yets got to set stock-still for six whole months before it can take a-hold of a prowling, thieving, infernal, white-shirted free nigger, and
Pap was a-going on so he never noticed where his old limber legs was taking him to, so he went head over heels over the tub of salt pork and barked both shins, and the rest of his speech was all the hottest kind of language mostly hove at the nigger and the govment, though he give the tub some, too, all along, here and there. He hopped around the cabin considerable, first on one leg and then on the other, holding first one shin and then the other one, and at last he let out with his left foot all of a sudden and fetched the tub a rattling kick. But it warnt good judgment, because that was the boot that had a couple of his toes leaking out of the front end of it; so now he raised a howl that fairly made a bodys hair raise, and down he went in the dirt, and rolled there, and held his toes; and the cussing he done then laid over anything he had ever done previous. He said so his own self afterwards. He had heard old Sowberry Hagan in his best days, and he said it laid over him, too; but I reckon that was sort of piling it on, maybe.
After supper pap took the jug, and said he had enough whisky there for two drunks and one delirium tremens. That was always his word. I judged he would be blind drunk in about an hour, and then I would steal the key, or saw myself out, one or tother. He drank and drank, and tumbled down on his blankets by and by; but luck didnt run my way. He didnt go sound asleep, but was uneasy. He groaned and moaned and thrashed around this way and that for a long time. At last I got so sleepy I couldnt keep my eyes open all I could do, and so before I knowed what I was about I was sound asleep, and the candle burning.
I dont know how long I was asleep, but all of a sudden there was an awful scream and I was up. There was pap looking wild, and skipping around every which way and yelling about snakes. He said they was crawling up his legs; and then he would give a jump and scream, and say one had bit him on the cheek but I couldnt see no snakes. He started and run round and round the cabin, hollering Take him off! take him off! hes biting me on the neck! I never see a man look so wild in the eyes. Pretty soon he was all fagged out, and fell down panting; then he rolled over and over wonderful fast, kicking things every which way, and striking and grabbing at the air with his hands, and screaming and saying there was devils a-hold of him. He wore out by and by, and laid still awhile, moaning. Then he laid stiller, and didnt make a sound. I could hear the owls and the wolves away off in the woods, and it seemed terrible still. He was laying over by the corner. By and by he raised up part way and listened, with his head to one side. He says, very low:
Tramp tramp tramp; thats the dead; tramp tramp tramp; theyre coming after me; but I wont go. Oh, theyre here! dont touch me dont! hands off theyre cold; let go. Oh, let a poor devil alone!
Then he went down on all fours and crawled off, begging them to let him alone, and he rolled himself up in his blanket and wallowed in under the old pine table, still a-begging; and then he went to crying. I could hear him through the blanket.
By and by he rolled out and jumped up on his feet looking wild, and he see me and went for me. He chased me round and round the place with a clasp-knife, calling me the Angel of Death, and saying he would kill me, and then I couldnt come for him no more. I begged, and told him I was only Huck; but he laughed such a screechy laugh, and roared and cussed, and kept on chasing me up. Once when I turned short and dodged under his arm he made a grab and got me by the jacket between my shoulders, and I thought I was gone; but I slid out of the jacket quick as lightning, and saved myself. Pretty soon he was all tired out, and dropped down with his back against the door, and said he would rest a minute and then kill me. He put his knife under him, and said he would sleep and get strong, and then he would see who was who.
So he dozed off pretty soon. By and by I got the old split-bottom chair and clumb up as easy as I could, not to make any noise, and got down the gun. I slipped the ramrod down it to make sure it was loaded, and then I laid it across the turnip-barrel, pointing towards pap, and set down behind it to wait for him to stir. And how slow and still the time did drag along.

Chapter VII

I opened my eyes and looked around, trying to make out where I was. It was after sun-up, and I had been sound asleep. Pap was standing over me looking sour and sick, too. He says:
What you doin with this gun?
I judged he didnt know nothing about what he had been doing, so I says:
Somebody tried to get in, so I was laying for him.
Why didnt you roust me out?
Well, I tried to, but I couldnt; I couldnt budge you.
Well, all right. Dont stand there palavering all day, but out with you and see if theres a fish on the lines for breakfast. Ill be along in a minute.
He unlocked the door, and I cleared out up the river-bank. I noticed some pieces of limbs and such things floating down, and a sprinkling of bark; so I knowed the river had begun to rise. I reckoned I would have great times now if I was over at the town. The June rise used to be always luck for me; because as soon as that rise begins here comes cord-wood floating down, and pieces of log rafts sometimes a dozen logs together; so all you have to do is to catch them and sell them to the wood yards and the sawmill.
I went along up the bank with one eye out for pap and tother one out for what the rise might fetch along. Well, all at once here comes a canoe; just a beauty, too, about thirteen or fourteen foot long, riding high like a duck. I shot head-first off of the bank like a frog, clothes and all on, and struck out for the canoe. I just expected thered be somebody laying down in it, because people often done that to fool folks, and when a chap had pulled a skiff out most to it theyd raise up and laugh at him. But it warnt so this time. It was a drift-canoe sure enough, and I clumb in and paddled her ashore. Thinks I, the old man will be glad when he sees this shes worth ten dollars. But when I got to shore pap wasnt in sight yet, and as I was running her into a little creek like a gully, all hung over with vines and willows, I struck another idea: I judged Id hide her good, and then, stead of taking to the woods when I run off, Id go down the river about fifty mile and camp in one place for good, and not have such a rough time tramping on foot.
It was pretty close to the shanty, and I thought I heard the old man coming all the time; but I got her hid; and then I out and looked around a bunch of willows, and there was the old man down the path a piece just drawing a bead on a bird with his gun. So he hadnt seen anything.
When he got along I was hard at it taking up a trot line. He abused me a little for being so slow; but I told him I fell in the river, and that was what made me so long. I knowed he would see I was wet, and then he would be asking questions. We got five catfish off the lines and went home.
While we laid off after breakfast to sleep up, both of us being about wore out, I got to thinking that if I could fix up some way to keep pap and the widow from trying to follow me, it would be a certainer thing than trusting to luck to get far enough off before they missed me; you see, all kinds of things might happen. Well, I didnt see no way for a while, but by and by pap raised up a minute to drink another barrel of water, and he says:
Another time a man comes a-prowling round here you roust me out, you hear? That man warnt here for no good. Id a shot him. Next time you roust me out, you hear?
Then he dropped down and went to sleep again; what he had been saying give me the very idea I wanted. I says to myself, I can fix it now so nobody wont think of following me.
About twelve oclock we turned out and went along up the bank. The river was coming up pretty fast, and lots of driftwood going by on the rise. By and by along comes part of a log raft nine logs fast together. We went out with the skiff and towed it ashore. Then we had dinner. Anybody but pap would a waited and seen the day through, so as to catch more stuff; but that warnt paps style. Nine logs was enough for one time; he must shove right over to town and sell. So he locked me in and took the skiff, and started off towing the raft about half past three. I judged he wouldnt come back that night. I waited till I reckoned he had got a good start; then I out with my saw, and went to work on that log again. Before he was tother side of the river I was out of the hole; him and his raft was just a speck on the water away off yonder.
I took the sack of corn meal and took it to where the canoe was hid, and shoved the vines and branches apart and put it in; then I done the same with the side of bacon; then the whisky jug. I took all the coffee and sugar there was, and all the ammunition; I took the wadding; I took the bucket and gourd; took a dipper and a tin cup, and my old saw and two blankets, and the skillet and the coffee-pot. I took fish-lines and matches and other things everything that was worth a cent. I cleaned out the place. I wanted an ax, but there wasnt any, only the one out at the woodpile, and I knowed why I was going to leave that. I fetched out the gun, and now I was done.
I had wore the ground a good deal crawling out of the hole and dragging out so many things. So I fixed that as good as I could from the outside by scattering dust on the place, which covered up the smoothness and the sawdust. Then I fixed the piece of log back into its place, and put two rocks under it and one against it to hold it there, for it was bent up at that place and didnt quite touch ground. If you stood four or five foot away and didnt know it was sawed, you wouldnt never notice it; and besides, this was the back of the cabin, and it warnt likely anybody would go fooling around there.
It was all grass clear to the canoe, so I hadnt left a track. I followed around to see. I stood on the bank and looked out over the river. All safe. So I took the gun and went up a piece into the woods, and was hunting around for some birds when I see a wild pig; hogs soon went wild in them bottoms after they had got away from the prairie-farms. I shot this fellow and took him into camp.
I took the ax and smashed in the door. I beat it and hacked it considerable a-doing it. I fetched the pig in, and took him back nearly to the table and hacked into his throat with the ax, and laid him down on the ground to bleed; I say ground because it was ground hard packed, and no boards. Well, next I took an old sack and put a lot of big rocks in it all I could drag and I started it from the pig, and dragged it to the door and through the woods down to the river and dumped it in, and down it sunk, out of sight. You could easy see that something had been dragged over the ground. I did wish Tom Sawyer was there; I knowed he would take an interest in this kind of business, and throw in the fancy touches. Nobody could spread himself like Tom Sawyer in such a thing as that.
Well, last I pulled out some of my hair, and blooded the ax good, and stuck it on the back side, and slung the ax in the corner. Then I took up the pig and held him to my breast with my jacket (so he couldnt drip) till I got a good piece below the house and then dumped him into the river. Now I thought of something else. So I went and got the bag of meal and my old saw out of the canoe, and fetched them to the house. I took the bag to where it used to stand, and ripped a hole in the bottom of it with the saw, for there warnt no knives and forks on the place pap done everything with his clasp-knife about the cooking. Then I carried the sack about a hundred yards across the grass and through the willows east of the house, to a shallow lake that was five mile wide and full of rushes and ducks too, you might say, in the season. There was a slough or a creek leading out of it on the other side that went miles away, I dont know where, but it didnt go to the river. The meal sifted out and made a little track all the way to the lake. I dropped paps whetstone there too, so as to look like it had been done by accident. Then I tied up the rip in the meal-sack with a string, so it wouldnt leak no more, and took it and my saw to the canoe again.
It was about dark now; so I dropped the canoe down the river under some willows that hung over the bank, and waited for the moon to rise. I made fast to a willow; then I took a bite to eat, and by and by laid down in the canoe to smoke a pipe and lay out a plan. I says to myself, theyll follow the track of that sackful of rocks to the shore and then drag the river for me. And theyll follow that meal track to the lake and go browsing down the creek that leads out of it to find the robbers that killed me and took the things. They wont ever hunt the river for anything but my dead carcass. Theyll soon get tired of that, and wont bother no more about me. All right; I can stop anywhere I want to. Jacksons Island is good enough for me; I know that island pretty well, and nobody ever comes there. And then I can paddle over to town nights, and slink around and pick up things I want. Jacksons Islands the place.
I was pretty tired, and the first thing I knowed I was asleep. When I woke up I didnt know where I was for a minute. I set up and looked around, a little scared. Then I remembered. The river looked miles and miles across. The moon was so bright I could a counted the drift-logs that went a-slipping along, black and still, hundreds of yards out from shore. Everything was dead quiet, and it looked late, and smelt late. You know what I mean I dont know the words to put it in.
I took a good gap and a stretch, and was just going to unhitch and start when I heard a sound away over the water. I listened. Pretty soon I made it out. It was that dull kind of a regular sound that comes from oars working in rowlocks when its a still night. I peeped out through the willow branches, and there it was a skiff, away across the water. I couldnt tell how many was in it. It kept a-coming, and when it was abreast of me I see there warnt but one man in it. Thinks I, maybe its pap, though I warnt expecting him. He dropped below me with the current, and by and by he came a-swinging up shore in the easy water, and he went by so close I could a reached out the gun and touched him. Well, it was pap, sure enough and sober, too, by the way he laid his oars.
I didnt lose no time. The next minute I was a-spinning down-stream soft, but quick, in the shade of the bank. I made two mile and a half, and then struck out a quarter of a mile or more toward the middle of the river, because pretty soon I would be passing the ferry-landing, and people might see me and hail me. I got out amongst the driftwood, and then laid down in the bottom of the canoe and let her float. I laid there, and had a good rest and a smoke out of my pipe, looking away into the sky; not a cloud in it. The sky looks ever so deep when you lay down on your back in the moonshine; I never knowed it before. And how far a body can hear on the water such nights! I heard people talking at the ferry-landing. I heard what they said, too every word of it. One man said it was getting towards the long days and the short nights now. Tother one said this warnt one of the short ones, he reckoned and then they laughed, and he said it over again, and they laughed again; then they waked up another fellow and told him, and laughed, but he didnt laugh; he ripped out something brisk, and said let him alone. The first fellow said he lowed to tell it to his old woman she would think it was pretty good; but he said that warnt nothing to some things he had said in his time. I heard one man say it was nearly three oclock, and he hoped daylight wouldnt wait more than about a week longer. After that the talk got further and further away, and I couldnt make out the words any more; but I could hear the mumble, and now and then a laugh, too, but it seemed a long ways off.
I was away below the ferry now. I rose up, and there was Jacksons Island, about two mile and a half down-stream, heavy-timbered and standing up out of the middle of the river, big and dark and solid, like a steamboat without any lights. There warnt any signs of the bar at the head it was all under water now.
It didnt take me long to get there. I shot past the head at a ripping rate, the current was so swift, and then I got into the dead water and landed on the side towards the Illinois shore. I run the canoe into a deep dent in the bank that I knowed about; I had to part the willow branches to get in; and when I made fast nobody could a seen the canoe from the outside.
I went up and set down on a log at the head of the island, and looked out on the big river and the black driftwood and away over to the town, three mile away, where there was three or four lights twinkling. A monstrous big lumber-raft was about a mile upstream, coming along down, with a lantern in the middle of it. I watched it come creeping down, and when it was most abreast of where I stood I heard a man say, Stern oars, there! heave her head to stabboard! I heard that just as plain as if the man was by my side.
There was a little gray in the sky now; so I stepped into the woods, and laid down for a nap before breakfast.

Chapter VIII

I was powerful lazy and comfortable didnt want to get up and cook breakfast. Well, I was dozing off again when I thinks I hears a deep sound of boom! away up the river. I rouses up, and rests on my elbow and listens; pretty soon I hears it again. I hopped up, and went and looked out at a hole in the leaves, and I see a bunch of smoke laying on the water a long ways up about abreast the ferry. And there was the ferryboat full of people floating along down. I knowed what was the matter now. Boom! I see the white smoke squirt out of the ferryboats side. You see, they was firing cannon over the water, trying to make my carcass come to the top.
I was pretty hungry, but it warnt going to do for me to start a fire, because they might see the smoke. So I set there and watched the cannon-smoke and listened to the boom. The river was a mile wide there, and it always looks pretty on a summer morning so I was having a good enough time seeing them hunt for my remainders if I only had a bite to eat. Well, then I happened to think how they always put quicksilver in loaves of bread and float them off, because they always go right to the drowned carcass and stop there. So, says I, Ill keep a lookout, and if any of thems floating around after me Ill give them a show. I changed to the Illinois edge of the island to see what luck I could have, and I warnt disappointed. A big double loaf come along, and I most got it with a long stick, but my foot slipped and she floated out further. Of course I was where the current set in the closest to the shore I knowed enough for that. But by and by along comes another one, and this time I won. I took out the plug and shook out the little dab of quicksilver, and set my teeth in. It was bakers breadwhat the quality eat; none of your low-down corn-pone.
I got a good place amongst the leaves, and set there on a log, munching the bread and watching the ferry-boat, and very well satisfied. And then something struck me. I says, now I reckon the widow or the parson or somebody prayed that this bread would find me, and here it has gone and done it. So there aint no doubt but there is something in that thing that is, theres something in it when a body like the widow or the parson prays, but it dont work for me, and I reckon it dont work for only just the right kind.
I lit a pipe and had a good long smoke, and went on watching. The ferryboat was floating with the current, and I allowed Id have a chance to see who was aboard when she come along, because she would come in close, where the bread did. When shed got pretty well along down towards me, I put out my pipe and went to where I fished out the bread, and laid down behind a log on the bank in a little open place. Where the log forked I could peep through.
By and by she come along, and she drifted in so close that they could a run out a plank and walked ashore. Most everybody was on the boat. Pap, and Judge Thatcher, and Bessie Thatcher, and Joe Harper, and Tom Sawyer, and his old Aunt Polly, and Sid and Mary, and plenty more. Everybody was talking about the murder, but the captain broke in and says:
Look sharp, now; the current sets in the closest here, and maybe hes washed ashore and got tangled amongst the brush at the waters edge. I hope so, anyway.
I didnt hope so. They all crowded up and leaned over the rails, nearly in my face, and kept still, watching with all their might. I could see them first-rate, but they couldnt see me. Then the captain sung out:
Stand away! and the cannon let off such a blast right before me that it made me deaf with the noise and pretty near blind with the smoke, and I judged I was gone. If theyd a had some bullets in, I reckon theyd a got the corpse they was after. Well, I see I warnt hurt, thanks to goodness. The boat floated on and went out of sight around the shoulder of the island. I could hear the booming now and then, further and further off, and by and by, after an hour, I didnt hear it no more. The island was three mile long. I judged they had got to the foot, and was giving it up. But they didnt yet awhile. They turned around the foot of the island and started up the channel on the Missouri side, under steam, and booming once in a while as they went. I crossed over to that side and watched them. When they got abreast the head of the island they quit shooting and dropped over to the Missouri shore and went home to the town.
I knowed I was all right now. Nobody else would come a-hunting after me. I got my traps out of the canoe and made me a nice camp in the thick woods. I made a kind of a tent out of my blankets to put my things under so the rain couldnt get at them. I catched a catfish and haggled him open with my saw, and towards sundown I started my camp-fire and had supper. Then I set out a line to catch some fish for breakfast.
When it was dark I set by my camp-fire smoking, and feeling pretty well satisfied; but by and by it got sort of lonesome, and so I went and set on the bank and listened to the current swashing along, and counted the stars and drift-logs and rafts that come down, and then went to bed; there aint no better way to put in time when you are lonesome; you cant stay so, you soon get over it.
And so for three days and nights. No difference just the same thing. But the next day I went exploring around down through the island. I was boss of it; it all belonged to me, so to say, and I wanted to know all about it; but mainly I wanted to put in the time. I found plenty strawberries, ripe and prime; and green summer grapes, and green razberries; and the green blackberries was just beginning to show. They would all come handy by and by, I judged.
Well, I went fooling along in the deep woods till I judged I warnt far from the foot of the island. I had my gun along, but I hadnt shot nothing; it was for protection; thought I would kill some game nigh home. About this time I mighty near stepped on a good-sized snake, and it went sliding off through the grass and flowers, and I after it, trying to get a shot at it. I clipped along, and all of a sudden I bounded right on to the ashes of a camp-fire that was still smoking.
My heart jumped up amongst my lungs. I never waited for to look further, but uncocked my gun and went sneaking back on my tiptoes as fast as ever I could. Every now and then I stopped a second amongst the thick leaves and listened, but my breath come so hard I couldnt hear nothing else. I slunk along another piece further, then listened again; and so on, and so on. If I see a stump, I took it for a man; if I trod on a stick and broke it, it made me feel like a person had cut one of my breaths in two and I only got half, and the short half, too.
When I got to camp I warnt feeling very brash, there warnt much sand in my craw; but I says, this aint no time to be fooling around. So I got all my traps into my canoe again so as to have them out of sight, and I put out the fire and scattered the ashes around to look like an old last-years camp, and then clumb a tree.
I reckon I was up in the tree two hours; but I didnt see nothing, I didnt hear nothing I only thought I heard and seen as much as a thousand things. Well, I couldnt stay up there forever; so at last I got down, but I kept in the thick woods and on the lookout all the time. All I could get to eat was berries and what was left over from breakfast.
By the time it was night I was pretty hungry. So when it was good and dark I slid out from shore before moon-rise and paddled over to the Illinois bank about a quarter of a mile. I went out in the woods and cooked a supper, and I had about made up my mind I would stay there all night when I hear a plunkety-plunk, plunkety-plunk, and says to myself, horses coming; and next I hear peoples voices. I got everything into the canoe as quick as I could, and then went creeping through the woods to see what I could find out. I hadnt got far when I hear a man say:
We better camp here if we can find a good place; the horses is about beat out. Lets look around.
I didnt wait, but shoved out and paddled away easy. I tied up in the old place, and reckoned I would sleep in the canoe.
I didnt sleep much. I couldnt, somehow, for thinking. And every time I waked up I thought somebody had me by the neck. So the sleep didnt do me no good. By and by I says to myself, I cant live this way; Im a-going to find out who it is thats here on the island with me; Ill find it out or bust. Well, I felt better right off.
So I took my paddle and slid out from shore just a step or two, and then let the canoe drop along down amongst the shadows. The moon was shining, and outside of the shadows it made it most as light as day. I poked along well on to an hour, everything still as rocks and sound asleep. Well, by this time I was most down to the foot of the island. A little ripply, cool breeze begun to blow, and that was as good as saying the night was about done. I give her a turn with the paddle and brung her nose to shore; then I got my gun and slipped out and into the edge of the woods. I sat down there on a log, and looked out through the leaves. I see the moon go off watch, and the darkness begin to blanket the river. But in a little while I see a pale streak over the treetops, and knowed the day was coming. So I took my gun and slipped off towards where I had run across that camp-fire, stopping every minute or two to listen. But I hadnt no luck somehow; I couldnt seem to find the place. But by and by, sure enough, I catched a glimpse of fire away through the trees. I went for it, cautious and slow. By and by I was close enough to have a look, and there laid a man on the ground. It most give me the fantods. He had a blanket around his head, and his head was nearly in the fire. I set there behind a clump of bushes in about six foot of him, and kept my eyes on him steady. It was getting gray daylight now. Pretty soon he gapped and stretched himself and hove off the blanket, and it was Miss Watsons Jim! I bet I was glad to see him. I says:
Hello, Jim! and skipped out.
He bounced up and stared at me wild. Then he drops down on his knees, and puts his hands together and says:
Doan hurt me dont! I haint ever done no harm to a ghos. I alwuz liked dead people, en done all I could for em. You go en git in de river agin, whah you blongs, en doan do nuffn to Olé Jim, at uz alwuz yo fren.
Well, I warnt long making him understand I warnt dead. I was ever so glad to see Jim. I warnt lonesome now. I told him I warnt afraid of him telling the people where I was. I talked along, but he only set there and looked at me; never said nothing. Then I says:
Its good daylight. Les get breakfast. Make up your camp-fire good.
Whats de use er makin up de camp-fire to cook strawbries en sich truck? But you got a gun, haint you? Den we kin git sumfn better den strawbries.
Strawberries and such truck, I says. Is that what you live on?
I couldn git nuffn else, he says.
Why, how long you been on the island, Jim?
I come heah de night arter yous killed.
What, all that time?
And aint you had nothing but that kind of rubbage to eat?
No, sahnuffn else.
Well, you must be most starved, aint you?
I reckn I could eat a hoss. I think I could. How long you ben on de islan?
Since the night I got killed.
No! Wy, what has you lived on? But you got a gun. Oh, yes, you got a gun. Dats good. Now you kill sumfn en Ill make up de fire.
So we went over to where the canoe was, and while he built a fire in a grassy open place amongst the trees, I fetched meal and bacon and coffee, and coffee-pot and frying-pan, and sugar and tin cups, and the nigger was set back considerable, because he reckoned it was all done with witchcraft. I catched a good big catfish, too, and Jim cleaned him with his knife, and fried him.
When breakfast was ready we lolled on the grass and eat it smoking hot. Jim laid it in with all his might, for he was most about starved. Then when we had got pretty well stuffed, we laid off and lazied.
By and by Jim says:
But looky here, Huck, who wuz it dat uz killed in dat shanty ef it warnt you?
Then I told him the whole thing, and he said it was smart. He said Tom Sawyer couldnt get up no better plan than what I had. Then I says:
How do you come to be here, Jim, and howd you get here?
He looked pretty uneasy, and didnt say nothing for a minute. Then he says:
Maybe I better not tell.
Why, Jim?
Well, deys reasons. But you wouldn tell on me ef I uz to tell you, would you, Huck?
Blamed if I would, Jim.
Well, I blieve you, Huck. II run off.
But mind, you said you wouldn tell you know you said you wouldn tell, Huck.
Well, I did. I said I wouldnt, and Ill stick to it. Honest injun, I will. People would call me a low-down Abolitionist and despise me for keeping mum but that dont make no difference. I aint a-going to tell, and I aint a-going back there, anyways. So, now, les know all about it.
Well, you see, it uz dis way. Olé missus dats Miss Watson she pecks on me all de time, en treats me pooty rough, but she awluz said she wouldn sell me down to Orleans. But I noticed dey wuz a nigger trader roun de place considable lately, en I begin to git oneasy. Well, one night I creeps to de do pooty late, en de do warnt quite shet, en I hear old missus tell de widder she gwyne to sell me down to Orleans, but she didn want to, but she could git eight hundd dollars for me, en it uz sich a big stack o money she couldn resis. De widder she try to git her to say she wouldnt do it, but I never waited to hear de res. I lit out mighty quick, I tell you.
I tuck out en shin down de hill, en spec to steal a skift long de sho somers bove de town, but dey wuz people a-stirring yit, so I hid in de olé tumbledown cooper shop on de bank to wait for everybody to go way. Well, I wuz dah all night. Dey wuz somebody roun all de time. Long bout six in de mawnin skifts begin to go by, en bout eight er nine every skift dat went long wuz talkin bout how yo pap come over to de town en say yous killed. Dese las skifts wuz full o ladies en genlmen a-goin over for to see de place. Sometimes deyd pull up at de sho en take a res bfo dey started acrost, so by de talk I got to know all bout de killin. I uz powerful sorry yous killed, Huck, but I aint no mo now.
I laid dah under de shavins all day. I uz hungry, but I warnt afeard; bekase I knowed olé missus en de widder wuz goin to start to de camp-meetn right arter breakfas en be gone all day, en dey knows I goes off wid de cattle bout daylight, so dey wouldn spec to see me roun de place, en so dey wouldn miss me tell arter dark in de evenin. De yuther servants wouldn miss me, kase deyd shin out en take holiday soon as de olé folks uz outn de way.
Well, when it come dark I tuck out up de river road, en went bout two mile er more to whah dey warnt no houses. Id made up my mine bout what Is a-gwyne to do. You see, ef I kep on tryin to git away afoot, de dogs ud track me; ef I stole a skift to cross over, deyd miss dat skift, you see, en deyd know bout whah Id lan on de yuther side, en whah to pick up my track. So I says, a raff is what Is arter; it doan make no track.
I see a light a-comin roun de pint bymeby, so I wade in en shove a log ahead o me en swum moren half-way acrost de river, en got in mongst de drift-wood, en kep my head down low, en kinder swum agin de current tell de raff come along. Den I swum to de stern uv it en tuck a-holt. It clouded up en uz pooty dark for a little while. So I clumb up en laid down on de planks. De men uz all way yonder in de middle, whah de lantern wuz. De river wuz a-risin, en dey wuz a good current; so I recknd at by fo in de mawnin Id be twenty-five mile down de river, en den Id slip in jis bfo daylight en swim asho, en take to de woods on de Illinois side.
But I didn have no luck. When we uz mos down to de head er de islan a man begin to come aft wid de lantern. I see it warnt no use fer to wait, so I slid overboard en struck out fer de islan. Well, I had a notion I could lan mos anywhers, but I couldnt bank too bluff. I uz mos to de foot er de islan bfo I foun a good place. I went into de woods en jedged I wouldn fool wid raffs no mo, long as dey move de lantern roun so. I had my pipe en a plug er dog-leg en some matches in my cap, en dey warnt wet, so I uz all right.
And so you aint had no meat nor bread to eat all this time? Why didnt you get mud-turkles?
How you gwyne to git m? You cant slip up on um en grab um; en hows a body gwyne to hit um wid a rock? How could a body do it in de night? En I warnt gwyne to show mysef on de bank in de daytime.
Well, thats so. Youve had to keep in the woods all the time, of course. Did you hear em shooting the cannon?
Oh, yes. I knowed dey was arter you. I see um go by heah watched um thoo de bushes.
Some young birds come along, flying a yard or two at a time and lighting. Jim said it was a sign it was going to rain. He said it was a sign when young chickens flew that way, and so he reckoned it was the same way when young birds done it. I was going to catch some of them, but Jim wouldnt let me. He said it was death. He said his father laid mighty sick once, and some of them catched a bird, and his old granny said his father would die, and he did.
And Jim said you mustnt count the things you are going to cook for dinner, because that would bring bad luck. The same if you shook the tablecloth after sundown. And he said if a man owned a beehive and that man died, the bees must be told about it before sun-up next morning, or else the bees would all weaken down and quit work and die. Jim said bees wouldnt sting idiots; but I didnt believe that, because I had tried them lots of times myself, and they wouldnt sting me.
I had heard about some of these things before, but not all of them. Jim knowed all kinds of signs. He said he knowed most everything. I said it looked to me like all the signs was about bad luck, and so I asked him if there warnt any good-luck signs. He says:
Mighty few an dey aint no use to a body. What you want to know when good lucks a-comin for? Want to keep it off? And he said: Ef yous got hairy arms en a hairy breas, its a sign dat yous a-gwyne to be rich. Well, deys some use in a sign like dat, kase its so fur ahead. You see, maybe yous got to be po a long time fust, en so you might git discourage en kill yosef f you didn know by de sign dat you gwyne to be rich bymeby.
Have you got hairy arms and a hairy breast, Jim?
Whats de use to ax dat question? Dont you see I has?
Well, are you rich?
No, but I ben rich wunst, and gwyne to be rich agin. Wunst I had foteen dollars, but I tuck to specalatn, en got busted out.
What did you speculate in, Jim?
Well, fust I tackled stock.
What kind of stock?
Why, live stock cattle, you know. I put ten dollars in a cow. But I ain gwyne to resk no mo money in stock. De cow up n died on my hans.
So you lost the ten dollars.
No, I didnt lose it all. I ony los bout nine of it. I sole de hide en taller for a dollar en ten cents.
You had five dollars and ten cents left. Did you speculate any more?
Yes. You know that one-laigged nigger dat blongs to old Misto Bradish? Well, he sot up a bank, en say anybody dat put in a dollar would git fo dollars mo at de en er de year. Well, all de niggers went in, but dey didnt have much. I wuz de ony one dat had much. So I stuck out for mo dan fo dollars, en I said f I didn git it Id start a bank mysef. Well, o course dat nigger want to keep me out er de business, bekase he says dey warnt business nough for two banks, so he say I could put in my five dollars en he pay me thirty-five at de en er de year.
So I done it. Den I recknd Id inves de thirty-five dollars right off en keep things a-movin. Dey wuz a nigger name Bob, dat had ketched a wood-flat, en his marster didn know it; en I bought it offn him en told him to take de thirty-five dollars when de en er de year come; but somebody stole de wood-flat dat night, en nex day de one-laigged nigger say de banks busted. So dey didn none uv us git no money.
What did you do with the ten cents, Jim?
Well, I uz gwyne to spen it, but I had a dream, en de dream tole me to give it to a nigger name Balum Balums Ass dey call him for short; hes one er dem chuckleheads, you know. But hes lucky, dey say, en I see I warnt lucky. De dream say let Balum inves de ten cents en hed make a raise for me. Well, Balum he tuck de money, en when he wuz in church he hear de preacher say dat whoever give to de po len to de Lord, en boun to git his money back a hundd times. So Balum he tuck en give de ten cents to de po, en laid low to see what wuz gwyne to come of it.
Well, what did come of it, Jim?
Nuffn never come of it. I couldn manage to kleck dat money no way; en Balum he couldn. I ain gwyne to len no mo money dout I see de security. Boun to git yo money back a hundd times, de preacher says! Ef I could git de ten cents back, Id call it squah, en be glad er de chanst.
Well, its all right anyway, Jim, long as youre going to be rich again some time or other.
Yes; en Is rich now, come to look at it. I owns mysef, en Is wuth eight hundd dollars. I wisht I had de money, I wouldn want no mo.

Chapter IX

This place was a tolerable long, steep hill or ridge about forty foot high. We had a rough time getting to the top, the sides was so steep and the bushes so thick. We tramped and clumb around all over it, and by and by found a good big cavern in the rock, most up to the top on the side towards Illinois. The cavern was as big as two or three rooms bunched together, and Jim could stand up straight in it. It was cool in there. Jim was for putting our traps in there right away, but I said we didnt want to be climbing up and down there all the time.
Jim said if we had the canoe hid in a good place, and had all the traps in the cavern, we could rush there if anybody was to come to the island, and they would never find us without dogs. And, besides, he said them little birds had said it was going to rain, and did I want the things to get wet?
So we went back and got the canoe, and paddled up abreast the cavern, and lugged all the traps up there. Then we hunted up a place close by to hide the canoe in, amongst the thick willows. We took some fish off of the lines and set them again, and begun to get ready for dinner.
The door of the cavern was big enough to roll a hogshead in, and on one side of the door the floor stuck out a little bit, and was flat and a good place to build a fire on. So we built it there and cooked dinner.
We spread the blankets inside for a carpet, and eat our dinner in there. We put all the other things handy at the back of the cavern. Pretty soon it darkened up, and begun to thunder and lighten; so the birds was right about it. Directly it begun to rain, and it rained like all fury, too, and I never see the wind blow so. It was one of these regular summer storms. It would get so dark that it looked all blue-black outside, and lovely; and the rain would thrash along by so thick that the trees off a little ways looked dim and spider-webby; and here would come a blast of wind that would bend the trees down and turn up the pale underside of the leaves; and then a perfect ripper of a gust would follow along and set the branches to tossing their arms as if they was just wild; and next, when it was just about the bluest and blackestfst! it was as bright as glory, and youd have a little glimpse of tree-tops a-plunging about away off yonder in the storm, hundreds of yards further than you could see before; dark as sin again in a second, and now youd hear the thunder let go with an awful crash, and then go rumbling, grumbling, tumbling, down the sky towards the under side of the world, like rolling empty barrels down-stairs where its long stairs and they bounce a good deal, you know.
Jim, this is nice, I says. I wouldnt want to be nowhere else but here. Pass me along another hunk of fish and some hot corn-bread.
Well, you wouldnt a ben here f it hadnt a ben for Jim. Youd a ben down dah in de woods widout any dinner, en gittin mos drowned, too; dat you would, honey. Chickens knows when its gwyne to rain, en so do de birds, chile.
The river went on raising and raising for ten or twelve days, till at last it was over the banks. The water was three or four foot deep on the island in the low places and on the Illinois bottom. On that side it was a good many miles wide, but on the Missouri side it was the same old distance across a half a mile because the Missouri shore was just a wall of high bluffs.
Daytimes we paddled all over the island in the canoe. It was mighty cool and shady in the deep woods, even if the sun was blazing outside. We went winding in and out amongst the trees, and sometimes the vines hung so thick we had to back away and go some other way. Well, on every old broken-down tree you could see rabbits and snakes and such things; and when the island had been overflowed a day or two they got so tame, on account of being hungry, that you could paddle right up and put your hand on them if you wanted to; but not the snakes and turtles they would slide off in the water. The ridge our cavern was in was full of them. We could a had pets enough if wed wanted them.
One night we catched a little section of a lumber-raft nice pine planks. It was twelve foot wide and about fifteen or sixteen foot long, and the top stood above water six or seven inches a solid, level floor. We could see saw-logs go by in the daylight sometimes, but we let them go; we didnt show ourselves in daylight.
Another night when we was up at the head of the island, just before daylight, here comes a frame-house down, on the west side. She was a two-story, and tilted over considerable. We paddled out and got aboard clumb in at an up-stairs window. But it was too dark to see yet, so we made the canoe fast and set in her to wait for daylight.
The light begun to come before we got to the foot of the island. Then we looked in at the window. We could make out a bed, and a table, and two old chairs, and lots of things around about on the floor, and there was clothes hanging against the wall. There was something laying on the floor in the far corner that looked like a man. So Jim says:
Hello, you!
But it didnt budge. So I hollered again, and then Jim says:
De man aint asleep hes dead. You hold still Ill go en see.
He went, and bent down and looked, and says:
Its a dead man. Yes, indeedy; naked, too. Hes ben shot in de back. I reckn hes ben dead two er three days. Come in, Huck, but doan look at his face its too gashly.
I didnt look at him at all. Jim throwed some old rags over him, but he neednt done it; I didnt want to see him. There was heaps of old greasy cards scattered around over the floor, and old whisky bottles, and a couple of masks made out of black cloth; and all over the walls was the ignorantest kind of words and pictures made with charcoal. There was two old dirty calico dresses, and a sun-bonnet, and some womens underclothes hanging against the wall, and some mens clothing, too. We put the lot into the canoe it might come good. There was a boys old speckled straw hat on the floor; I took that, too. And there was a bottle that had had milk in it, and it had a rag stopper for a baby to suck. We would a took the bottle, but it was broke. There was a seedy old chest, and an old hair trunk with the hinges broke. They stood open, but there warnt nothing left in them that was any account. The way things was scattered about we reckoned the people left in a hurry, and warnt fixed so as to carry off most of their stuff.
We got an old tin lantern, and a butcher-knife without any handle, and a bran-new Barlow knife worth two bits in any store, and a lot of tallow candles, and a tin candlestick, and a gourd, and a tin cup, and a ratty old bed-quilt off the bed, and a reticule with needles and pins and beeswax and buttons and thread and all such truck in it, and a hatchet and some nails, and a fish-line as thick as my little finger with some monstrous hooks on it, and a roll of buckskin, and a leather dog-collar, and a horseshoe, and some vials of medicine that didnt have no label on them; and just as we was leaving I found a tolerable good currycomb, and Jim he found a ratty old fiddle-bow, and a wooden leg. The straps was broke off of it, but, barring that, it was a good enough leg, though it was too long for me and not long enough for Jim, and we couldnt find the other one, though we hunted all around.
And so, take it all around, we made a good haul. When we was ready to shove off we was a quarter of a mile below the island, and it was pretty broad day; so I made Jim lay down in the canoe and cover up with the quilt, because if he set up people could tell he was a nigger a good ways off. I paddled over to the Illinois shore, and drifted down most a half a mile doing it. I crept up the dead water under the bank, and hadnt no accidents and didnt see nobody. We got home all safe.

Chapter X

We rummaged the clothes wed got, and found eight dollars in silver sewed up in the lining of an old blanket overcoat. Jim said he reckoned the people in that house stole the coat, because if theyd a knowed the money was there they wouldnt a left it. I said I reckoned they killed him, too; but Jim didnt want to talk about that. I says:
Now you think its bad luck; but what did you say when I fetched in the snake-skin that I found on the top of the ridge day before yesterday? You said it was the worst bad luck in the world to touch a snake-skin with my hands. Well, heres your bad luck! Weve raked in all this truck and eight dollars besides. I wish we could have some bad luck like this every day, Jim.
Never you mind, honey, never you mind. Dont you git too peart. Its a-comin. Mind I tell you, its a-comin.
It did come, too. It was a Tuesday that we had that talk. Well, after dinner Friday we was laying around in the grass at the upper end of the ridge, and got out of tobacco. I went to the cavern to get some, and found a rattlesnake in there. I killed him, and curled him up on the foot of Jims blanket, ever so natural, thinking thered be some fun when Jim found him there. Well, by night I forgot all about the snake, and when Jim flung himself down on the blanket while I struck a light the snakes mate was there, and bit him.
He jumped up yelling, and the first thing the light showed was the varmint curled up and ready for another spring. I laid him out in a second with a stick, and Jim grabbed paps whisky-whisky jugand begun to pour it down.
He was barefooted, and the snake bit him right on the heel. That all comes of my being such a fool as to not remember that wherever you leave a dead snake its mate always comes there and curls around it. Jim told me to chop off the snakes head and throw it away, and then skin the body and roast a piece of it. I done it, and he eat it and said it would help cure him. He made me take off the rattles and tie them around his wrist, too. He said that that would help. Then I slid out quiet and throwed the snakes clear away amongst the bushes; for I warnt going to let Jim find out it was all my fault, not if I could help it.
Jim sucked and sucked at the jug, and now and then he got out of his head and pitched around and yelled; but every time he come to himself he went to sucking at the jug again. His foot swelled up pretty big, and so did his leg; but by and by the drunk begun to come, and so I judged he was all right; but Id druther been bit with a snake than paps whisky.
Jim was laid up for four days and nights. Then the swelling was all gone and he was around again. I made up my mind I wouldnt ever take a-holt of a snake-skin again with my hands, now that I see what had come of it. Jim said he reckoned I would believe him next time. And he said that handling a snake-skin was such awful bad luck that maybe we hadnt got to the end of it yet. He said he druther see the new moon over his left shoulder as much as a thousand times than take up a snake-skin in his hand. Well, I was getting to feel that way myself, though Ive always reckoned that looking at the new moon over your left shoulder is one of the carelessest and foolishest things a body can do. Old Hank Bunker done it once, and bragged about it; and in less than two years he got drunk and fell off of the shot-tower, and spread himself out so that he was just a kind of a layer, as you may say; and they slid him edgeways between two barn doors for a coffin, and buried him so, so they say, but I didnt see it. Pap told me. But anyway it all come of looking at the moon that way, like a fool.
Well, the days went along, and the river went down between its banks again; and about the first thing we done was to bait one of the big hooks with a skinned rabbit and set it and catch a catfish that was as big as a man, being six foot two inches long, and weighed over two hundred pounds. We couldnt handle him, of course; he would a flung us into Illinois. We just set there and watched him rip and tear around till he drowned. We found a brass button in his stomach and a round ball, and lots of rubbage. We split the ball open with the hatchet, and there was a spool in it. Jim said hed had it there a long time, to coat it over so and make a ball of it. It was as big a fish as was ever catched in the Mississippi, I reckon. Jim said he hadnt ever seen a bigger one. He would a been worth a good deal over at the village. They peddle out such a fish as that by the pound in the market-house there; everybody buys some of him; his meats as white as snow and makes a good fry.
Next morning I said it was getting slow and dull, and I wanted to get a stirring-up some way. I said I reckoned I would slip over the river and find out what was going on. Jim liked that notion; but he said I must go in the dark and look sharp. Then he studied it over and said, couldnt I put on some of them old things and dress up like a girl? That was a good notion, too. So we shortened up one of the calico gowns, and I turned up my trouser-legs to my knees and got into it. Jim hitched it behind with the hooks, and it was a fair fit. I put on the sun-bonnet and tied it under my chin, and then for a body to look in and see my face was like looking down a joint of stove-pipe. Jim said nobody would know me, even in the daytime, hardly. I practised around all day to get the hang of the things, and by and by I could do pretty well in them, only Jim said I didnt walk like a girl; and he said I must quit pulling up my gown to get at my britches-pocket. I took notice, and done better.
I started up the Illinois shore in the canoe just after dark.
I started across to the town from a little below the ferry-landing, and the drift of the current fetched me in at the bottom of the town. I tied up and started along the bank. There was a light burning in a little shanty that hadnt been lived in for a long time, and I wondered who had took up quarters there. I slipped up and peeped in at the window. There was a woman about forty year old in there knitting by a candle that was on a pine table. I didnt know her face; she was a stranger, for you couldnt start a face in that town that I didnt know. Now this was lucky, because I was weakening; I was getting afraid I had come; people might know my voice and find me out. But if this woman had been in such a little town two days she could tell me all I wanted to know; so I knocked at the door, and made up my mind I wouldnt forget I was a girl.

Chapter XI

I done it. She looked me all over with her little shiny eyes, and says:
What might your name be?
Sarah Williams.
Wherebouts do you live? In this neighborhood?
Nom. In Hookerville, seven mile below. Ive walked all the way and Im all tired out.
Hungry, too, I reckon. Ill find you something.
Nom, I aint hungry. I was so hungry I had to stop two miles below here at a farm; so I aint hungry no more. Its what makes me so late. My mothers down sick, and out of money and everything, and I come to tell my uncle Abner Moore. He lives at the upper end of the town, she says. I haint ever been here before. Do you know him?
No; but I dont know everybody yet. I havent lived here quite two weeks. Its a considerable ways to the upper end of the town. You better stay here all night. Take off your bonnet.
No, I says; Ill rest awhile, I reckon, and go on. I aint afeard of the dark.
She said she wouldnt let me go by myself, but her husband would be in by and by, maybe in a hour and a half, and shed send him along with me. Then she got to talking about her husband, and about her relations up the river, and her relations down the river, and about how much better off they used to was, and how they didnt know but theyd made a mistake coming to our town, instead of letting well alone and so on and so on, till I was afeard I had made a mistake coming to her to find out what was going on in the town; but by and by she dropped on to pap and the murder, and then I was pretty willing to let her clatter right along. She told about me and Tom Sawyer finding the twelve thousand dollars (only she got it twenty) and all about pap and what a hard lot he was, and what a hard lot I was, and at last she got down to where I was murdered. I says:
Who done it? Weve heard considerable about these goings-on down in Hookerville, but we dont know who twas that killed Huck Finn.
Well, I reckon theres a right smart chance of people here that d like to know who killed him. Some think old Finn done it himself.
No is that so?
Most everybody thought it at first. Hell never know how nigh he come to getting lynched. But before night they changed around and judged it was done by a runaway nigger named Jim.
Why he
I stopped. I reckoned I better keep still. She run on, and never noticed I had put in at all:
The nigger run off the very night Huck Finn was killed. So theres a reward out for him three hundred dollars. And theres a reward out for old Finn, too two hundred dollars. You see, he come to town the morning after the murder, and told about it, and was out with em on the ferryboat hunt, and right away after he up and left. Before night they wanted to lynch him, but he was gone, you see. Well, next day they found out the nigger was gone; they found out he hadnt ben seen sence ten oclock the night the murder was done. So then they put it on him, you see; and while they was full of it, next day, back comes old Finn, and went boo-hooing to Judge Thatcher to get money to hunt for the nigger all over Illinois with. The judge gave him some, and that evening he got drunk, and was around till after midnight with a couple of mighty hard-looking strangers, and then went off with them. Well, he haint come back sence, and they aint looking for him back till this thing blows over a little, for people thinks now that he killed his boy and fixed things so folks would think robbers done it, and then hed get Hucks money without having to bother a long time with a lawsuit. People do say he warnt any too good to do it. Oh, hes sly, I reckon. If he dont come back for a year hell be all right. You cant prove anything on him, you know; everything will be quieted down then, and hell walk in Hucks money as easy as nothing.
Yes, I reckon so, m. I dont see nothing in the way of it. Has everybody quit thinking the nigger done it?
Oh, no, not everybody. A good many thinks he done it. But theyll get the nigger pretty soon now, and maybe they can scare it out of him.
Why, are they after him yet?
Well, youre innocent, aint you! Does three hundred dollars lay around every day for people to pick up? Some folks think the nigger aint far from here. Im one of them but I haint talked it around. A few days ago I was talking with an old couple that lives next door in the log shanty, and they happened to say hardly anybody ever goes to that island over yonder that they call Jacksons Island. Dont anybody live there? says I. No, nobody, says they. I didnt say any more, but I done some thinking. I was pretty near certain Id seen smoke over there, about the head of the island, a day or two before that, so I says to myself, like as not that niggers hiding over there; anyway, says I, its worth the trouble to give the place a hunt. I haint seen any smoke sence, so I reckon maybe hes gone, if it was him; but husbands going over to see him and another man. He was gone up the river; but he got back to-day, and I told him as soon as he got here two hours ago.
I had got so uneasy I couldnt set still. I had to do something with my hands; so I took up a needle off of the table and went to threading it. My hands shook, and I was making a bad job of it. When the woman stopped talking I looked up, and she was looking at me pretty curious and smiling a little. I put down the needle and thread, and let on to be interested and I was, too and says:
Three hundred dollars is a power of money. I wish my mother could get it. Is your husband going over there to-night?
Oh, yes. He went up-town with the man I was telling you of, to get a boat and see if they could borrow another gun. Theyll go over after midnight.
Couldnt they see better if they was to wait till daytime?
Yes. And couldnt the nigger see better, too? After midnight hell likely be asleep, and they can slip around through the woods and hunt up his campfire all the better for the dark, if hes got one.
I didnt think of that.
The woman kept looking at me pretty curious, and I didnt feel a bit comfortable. Pretty soon she says:
What did you say your name was, honey?
M Mary Williams.
Somehow it didnt seem to me that I said it was Mary before, so I didnt look up seemed to me I said it was Sarah; so I felt sort of cornered, and was afeard maybe I was looking it, too. I wished the woman would say something more; the longer she set still the uneasier I was. But now she says:
Honey, I thought you said it was Sarah when you first come in?
Oh, yesm, I did. Sarah Mary Williams. Sarahs my first name. Some calls me Sarah, some calls me Mary.
Oh, thats the way of it?
I was feeling better then, but I wished I was out of there, anyway. I couldnt look up yet.
Well, the woman fell to talking about how hard times was, and how poor they had to live, and how the rats was as free as if they owned the place, and so forth and so on, and then I got easy again. She was right about the rats. Youd see one stick his nose out of a hole in the corner every little while. She said she had to have things handy to throw at them when she was alone, or they wouldnt give her no peace. She showed me a bar of lead twisted up into a knot, and said she was a good shot with it generly, but shed wrenched her arm a day or two ago, and didnt know whether she could throw true now. But she watched for a chance, and directly banged away at a rat; but she missed him wide, and said, Ouch! it hurt her arm so. Then she told me to try for the next one. I wanted to be getting away before the old man got back, but of course I didnt let on. I got the thing, and the first rat that showed his nose I let drive, and if hed a stayed where he was hed a been a tolerable sick rat. She said that was first-rate, and she reckoned I would hive the next one. She went and got the lump of lead and fetched it back, and brought along a hank of yarn which she wanted me to help her with. I held up my two hands and she put the hank over them, and went on talking about her and her husbands matters. But she broke off to say:
Keep your eye on the rats. You better have the lead in your lap, handy.
So she dropped the lump into my lap just at that moment, and I clapped my legs together on it and she went on talking. But only about a minute. Then she took off the hank and looked me straight in the face, and very pleasant, and says:
Come, now, whats your real name?
Wh-hat, mum?
Whats your real name? Is it Bill, or Tom, or Bob? or what is it?
I reckon I shook like a leaf, and I didnt know hardly what to do. But I says:
Please to dont poke fun at a poor girl like me, mum. If Im in the way here, Ill
No, you wont. Set down and stay where you are. I aint going to hurt you, and I aint going to tell on you, nuther. You just tell me your secret, and trust me. Ill keep it; and, whats more, Ill help you. Soll my old man if you want him to. You see, youre a runaway prentice, thats all. It aint anything. There aint no harm in it. Youve been treated bad, and you made up your mind to cut. Bless you, child, I wouldnt tell on you. Tell me all about it now, thats a good boy.
So I said it wouldnt be no use to try to play it any longer, and I would just make a clean breast and tell her everything, but she mustnt go back on her promise. Then I told her my father and mother was dead, and the law had bound me out to a mean old farmer in the country thirty mile back from the river, and he treated me so bad I couldnt stand it no longer; he went away to be gone a couple of days, and so I took my chance and stole some of his daughters old clothes and cleared out, and I had been three nights coming the thirty miles. I traveled nights, and hid daytimes and slept, and the bag of bread and meat I carried from home lasted me all the way, and I had a-plenty. I said I believed my uncle Abner Moore would take care of me, and so that was why I struck out for this town of Goshen.
Goshen, child? This aint Goshen. This is St. Petersburg. Goshens ten mile further up the river. Who told you this was Goshen?
Why, a man I met at daybreak this morning, just as I was going to turn into the woods for my regular sleep. He told me when the roads forked I must take the right hand, and five mile would fetch me to Goshen.
He was drunk, I reckon. He told you just exactly wrong.
Well, he did act like he was drunk, but it aint no matter now. I got to be moving along. Ill fetch Goshen before daylight.
Hold on a minute. Ill put you up a snack to eat. You might want it.
So she put me up a snack, and says:
Say, when a cows laying down, which end of her gets up first? Answer up prompt now dont stop to study over it. Which end gets up first?
The hind end, mum.
Well, then, a horse?
The forrard end, mum.
Which side of a tree does the moss grow on?
North side.
If fifteen cows is browsing on a hillside, how many of them eats with their heads pointed the same direction?
The whole fifteen, mum.
Well, I reckon you have lived in the country. I thought maybe you was trying to hocus me again. Whats your real name, now?
George Peters, mum.
Well, try to remember it, George. Dont forget and tell me its Elexander before you go, and then get out by saying its George-Elexander when I catch you. And dont go about women in that old calico. You do a girl tolerable poor, but you might fool men, maybe. Bless you, child, when you set out to thread a needle dont hold the thread still and fetch the needle up to it; hold the needle still and poke the thread at it; thats the way a woman most always does, but a man always does tother way. And when you throw at a rat or anything, hitch yourself up a-tiptoe and fetch your hand up over your head as awkward as you can, and miss your rat about six or seven foot. Throw stiff-armed from the shoulder, like there was a pivot there for it to turn on, like a girl; not from the wrist and elbow, with your arm out to one side, like a boy. And, mind you, when a girl tries to catch anything in her lap she throws her knees apart; she dont clap them together, the way you did when you catched the lump of lead. Why, I spotted you for a boy when you was threading the needle; and I contrived the other things just to make certain. Now trot along to your uncle, Sarah Mary Williams George Elexander Peters, and if you get into trouble you send word to Mrs. Judith Loftus, which is me, and Ill do what I can to get you out of it. Keep the river road all the way, and next time you tramp take shoes and socks with you. The river roads a rocky one, and your feet ll be in a condition when you get to Goshen, I reckon.
I went up the bank about fifty yards, and then I doubled on my tracks and slipped back to where my canoe was, a good piece below the house. I jumped in, and was off in a hurry. I went up-stream far enough to make the head of the island, and then started across. I took off the sun-bonnet, for I didnt want no blinders on then. When I was about the middle I heard the clock begin to strike, so I stops and listens; the sound come faint over the water but clear eleven. When I struck the head of the island I never waited to blow, though I was most winded, but I shoved right into the timber where my old camp used to be, and started a good fire there on a high and dry spot.
Then I jumped in the canoe and dug out for our place, a mile and a half below, as hard as I could go. I landed, and slopped through the timber and up the ridge and into the cavern. There Jim laid, sound asleep on the ground. I roused him out and says:
Git up and hump yourself, Jim! There aint a minute to lose. Theyre after us!
Jim never asked no questions, he never said a word; but the way he worked for the next half an hour showed about how he was scared. By that time everything we had in the world was on our raft, and she was ready to be shoved out from the willow cove where she was hid. We put out the camp-fire at the cavern the first thing, and didnt show a candle outside after that.
I took the canoe out from the shore a little piece, and took a look; but if there was a boat around I couldnt see it, for stars and shadows aint good to see by. Then we got out the raft and slipped along down in the shade, past the foot of the island dead still never saying a word.

Chapter XII

If the men went to the island I just expect they found the camp-fire I built, and watched it all night for Jim to come. Anyways, they stayed away from us, and if my building the fire never fooled them it warnt no fault of mine. I played it as low down on them as I could.
When the first streak of day began to show we tied up to a towhead in a big bend on the Illinois side, and hacked off cottonwood branches with the hatchet, and covered up the raft with them so she looked like there had been a cave-in in the bank there. A towhead is a sand-bar that has cottonwoods on it as thick as harrow-teeth.
We had mountains on the Missouri shore and heavy timber on the Illinois side, and the channel was down the Missouri shore at that place, so we warnt afraid of anybody running across us. We laid there all day, and watched the rafts and steamboats spin down the Missouri shore, and up-bound steamboats fight the big river in the middle. I told Jim all about the time I had jabbering with that woman; and Jim said she was a smart one, and if she was to start after us herself she wouldnt set down and watch a camp-fire no, sir, shed fetch a dog. Well, then, I said, why couldnt she tell her husband to fetch a dog? Jim said he bet she did think of it by the time the men was ready to start, and he believed they must a gone up-town to get a dog and so they lost all that time, or else we wouldnt be here on a towhead sixteen or seventeen mile below the village no, indeedy, we would be in that same old town again. So I said I didnt care what was the reason they didnt get us as long as they didnt.
When it was beginning to come on dark we poked our heads out of the cottonwood thicket, and looked up and down and across; nothing in sight; so Jim took up some of the top planks of the raft and built a snug wigwam to get under in blazing weather and rainy, and to keep the things dry. Jim made a floor for the wigwam, and raised it a foot or more above the level of the raft, so now the blankets and all the traps was out of reach of steamboat waves. Right in the middle of the wigwam we made a layer of dirt about five or six inches deep with a frame around it for to hold it to its place; this was to build a fire on in sloppy weather or chilly; the wigwam would keep it from being seen. We made an extra steering-oar, too, because one of the others might get broke on a snag or something. We fixed up a short forked stick to hang the old lantern on, because we must always light the lantern whenever we see a steamboat coming down-stream, to keep from getting run over; but we wouldnt have to light it for up-stream boats unless we see we was in what they call a crossing; for the river was pretty high yet, very low banks being still a little under water; so up-bound boats didnt always run the channel, but hunted easy water.
This second night we run between seven and eight hours, with a current that was making over four mile an hour. We catched fish and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big, still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didnt ever feel like talking loud, and it warnt often that we laughed only a little kind of a low chuckle. We had mighty good weather as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us at all that night, nor the next, nor the next.
Every night we passed towns, some of them away up on black hillsides, nothing but just a shiny bed of lights; not a house could you see. The fifth night we passed St. Louis, and it was like the whole world lit up. In St. Petersburg they used to say there was twenty or thirty thousand people in St. Louis, but I never believed it till I see that wonderful spread of lights at two oclock that still night. There warnt a sound there; everybody was asleep.
Every night now I used to slip ashore toward ten oclock at some little village, and buy ten or fifteen cents worth of meal or bacon or other stuff to eat; and sometimes I lifted a chicken that warnt roosting comfortable, and took him along. Pap always said, take a chicken when you get a chance, because if you dont want him yourself you can easy find somebody that does, and a good deed aint ever forgot. I never see pap when he didnt want the chicken himself, but that is what he used to say, anyway.
Mornings before daylight I slipped into corn-fields and borrowed a watermelon, or a mushmelon, or a punkin, or some new corn, or things of that kind. Pap always said it warnt no harm to borrow things if you was meaning to pay them back some time; but the widow said it warnt anything but a soft name for stealing, and no decent body would do it. Jim said he reckoned the widow was partly right and pap was partly right; so the best way would be for us to pick out two or three things from the list and say we wouldnt borrow them any more then he reckoned it wouldnt be no harm to borrow the others. So we talked it over all one night, drifting along down the river, trying to make up our minds whether to drop the watermelons, or the cantelopes, or the mushmelons, or what. But toward daylight we got it all settled satisfactory, and concluded to drop crabapples and psimmons. We warnt feeling just right before that, but it was all comfortable now. I was glad the way it come out, too, because crabapples aint ever good, and the psimmons wouldnt be ripe for two or three months yet.
We shot a water-fowl now and then that got up too early in the morning or didnt go to bed early enough in the evening. Take it all round, we lived pretty high.
The fifth night below St. Louis we had a big storm after midnight, with a power of thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in a solid sheet. We stayed in the wigwam and let the raft take care of itself. When the lightning glared out we could see a big straight river ahead, and high, rocky bluffs on both sides. By and by says I, Hel-lo, Jim, looky yonder! It was a steamboat that had killed herself on a rock. We was drifting straight down for her. The lightning showed her very distinct. She was leaning over, with part of her upper deck above water, and you could see every little chimbly-guy clean and clear, and a chair by the big bell, with an old slouch hat hanging on the back of it, when the flashes come.
Well, it being away in the night and stormy, and all so mysterious-like, I felt just the way any other boy would a felt when I seen that wreck laying there so mournful and lonesome in the middle of the river. I wanted to get aboard of her and slink around a little, and see what there was there. So I says:
Les land on her, Jim.
But Jim was dead against it at first. He says:
I doan want to go fooln long er no wrack. Wes doin blame well, en we better let blame well alone, as de good book says. Like as not deys a watchman on dat wrack.
Watchman your grandmother, I says; there aint nothing to watch but the texas and the pilot-house; and do you reckon anybodys going to resk his life for a texas and a pilot-house such a night as this, when its likely to break up and wash off down the river any minute? Jim couldnt say nothing to that, so he didnt try. And besides, I says, we might borrow something worth having out of the captains stateroom. Seegars, I bet you and cost five cents apiece, solid cash. Steamboat captains is always rich, and get sixty dollars a month, and they dont care a cent what a thing costs, you know, long as they want it. Stick a candle in your pocket; I cant rest, Jim, till we give her a rummaging. Do you reckon Tom Sawyer would ever go by this thing? Not for pie, he wouldnt. Hed call it an adventure thats what hed call it; and hed land on that wreck if it was his last act. And wouldnt he throw style into it? wouldnt he spread himself, nor nothing? Why, youd think it was Christopher Clumbus discovering Kingdom Come. I wish Tom Sawyer was here.
Jim he grumbled a little, but give in. He said we mustnt talk any more than we could help, and then talk mighty low. The lightning showed us the wreck again just in time, and we fetched the stabboard derrick, and made fast there.
The deck was high out here. We went sneaking down the slope of it to labboard, in the dark, towards the texas, feeling our way slow with our feet, and spreading our hands out to fend off the guys, for it was so dark we couldnt see no sign of them. Pretty soon we struck the forward end of the skylight, and clumb on to it; and the next step fetched us in front of the captains door, which was open, and by Jimminy, away down through the texas-hall we see a light! and all in the same second we seem to hear low voices in yonder!
Jim whispered and said he was feeling powerful sick, and told me to come along. I says, all right, and was going to start for the raft; but just then I heard a voice wail out and say:
Oh, please dont, boys; I swear I wont ever tell!
Another voice said, pretty loud:
Its a lie, Jim Turner. Youve acted this way before. You always want moren your share of the truck, and youve always got it, too, because youve swore t if you didnt youd tell. But this time youve said it jest one time too many. Youre the meanest, treacherousest hound in this country.
By this time Jim was gone for the raft. I was just a-biling with curiosity; and I says to myself, Tom Sawyer wouldnt back out now, and so I wont either; Im a-going to see whats going on here. So I dropped on my hands and knees in the little passage, and crept aft in the dark till there warnt but one stateroom betwixt me and the cross-hall of the texas. Then in there I see a man stretched on the floor and tied hand and foot, and two men standing over him, and one of them had a dim lantern in his hand, and the other one had a pistol. This one kept pointing the pistol at the mans head on the floor, and saying:
Id like to! And I orter, too a mean skunk!
The man on the floor would shrivel up and say, Oh, please dont, Bill; I haint ever goin to tell.
And every time he said that the man with the lantern would laugh and say:
Deed you aint! You never said no truer thing n that, you bet you. And once he said: Hear him beg! and yit if we hadnt got the best of him and tied him hed a killed us both. And what for? Jist for nothn. Jist because we stood on our rightsthats what for. But I lay you aint a-goin to threaten nobody any more, Jim Turner. Put up that pistol, Bill.
Bill says:
I dont want to, Jake Packard. Im for killin him and didnt he kill old Hatfield jist the same way and dont he deserve it?
But I dont want him killed, and Ive got my reasons for it.
Bless yo heart for them words, Jake Packard! Ill never forgit you longs I live! says the man on the floor, sort of blubbering.
Packard didnt take no notice of that, but hung up his lantern on a nail and started toward where I was, there in the dark, and motioned Bill to come. I crawfished as fast as I could about two yards, but the boat slanted so that I couldnt make very good time; so to keep from getting run over and catched I crawled into a stateroom on the upper side. The man came a-pawing along in the dark, and when Packard got to my stateroom, he says:
Here come in here.
And in he come, and Bill after him. But before they got in I was up in the upper berth, cornered, and sorry I come. Then they stood there, with their hands on the ledge of the berth, and talked. I couldnt see them, but I could tell where they was by the whisky theyd been having. I was glad I didnt drink whisky; but it wouldnt made much difference anyway, because most of the time they couldnt a treed me because I didnt breathe. I was too scared. And, besides, a body couldnt breathe and hear such talk. They talked low and earnest. Bill wanted to kill Turner. He says: